Zhao Ge

Chapter 134: Jingling Taichung

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Xuanshuang Peak, Baizhang Lake.

The white chain-like waterfall rushed down from the height of hundreds of feet with a fierce momentum, which was unstoppable. Jun Wanbai held two swords in his hands, and walked with the swords, melting into the raging flow of the waterfall.

— by the stream!

She had used this trick when they encountered the fog bird of prey. But compared to that time, the artistic conception contained in Jun Wanbai's move of "chasing the flow" is quite different now.

At that time, Zhuliu was indomitable and fierce. Today's "Chasing the Flow" contains a sense of impermanence in unpredictable changes in its unstoppable momentum.

All mountains and rivers are moving, and all mountains and rivers are still. The water potential of the waterfall changes differently under different weather conditions, so the swordsmanship born out of it should also have this change in line with the heaven and earth.

Chasing the current, drawing the unstoppable momentum of the waterfall into his own body, under the sword, within the range of Baizhang Lake, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal.

One sword is finished.

Jun Wanbai retracted his sword and stood firmly on the square stone in Baizhang Lake, letting the rolling mist wash away. She held the sword and raised her head slightly.

After returning from the Prisoner's Tower, she broke through.

She finally realized her own "impermanence" domain.

What is impermanence

"All conditioned dharmas should be regarded as such. Everything in the world is impermanent." Fanyinge's explanation said so. In fact, almost.

The so-called impermanence refers to the familiar world suddenly changing its appearance; Shen Changge, who has known him for so long, has never been a member of Jiuxuanmen from the beginning;

Jun Wanbai never thought that Bailishu would disappear.

Bailishu has always given her the feeling that everything that will happen to this person will always be well calculated, and it will be the person who comes out to end everything at the end of the matter. In the Prisoner's Tower, she found that everything they encountered was full of traces calculated by that person.

So how could such a person have disappeared

Jun Wanbai thought about it, and suddenly felt that it was ridiculous to worry about herself.

Now she was wondering why Bailishu disappeared, and how would she know that this so-called "disappearance" was originally planned by that guy

Just as he was thinking, the master of Xuanshuang Peak and Jun Wanbai's master arrived.

The peak master of Xuanshuang Peak is a female sword cultivator, wearing the uniform of the Nine Profound Sects, and Xuanshuang Peak's iconic navy blue robe, which is neatly erected with strips of cloth. The long eyebrows swept across, and the eyebrows and eyes were sharp and serious.

The owner of Xuanshuang Peak is surnamed Bai, and his name is Yuanxiu.

From Bai Yuanxiu, one can see the typical characteristics of all sword cultivators, one is poor, and the other is not easy to mess with. As an elder of Jiuxuanmen, he doesn't have any valuable accessories on his body, and he can't even find a piece of jade. A Taoist robe is still distributed uniformly.

This is also the normal state of sword cultivators.

A sword cultivator's wealth is often thrown on his own sword recklessly. I live poorly, a sword, and the fine gold and precious iron added to it when I temper it casually are all invaluable.

There is a saying in the world of cultivating immortals that if you want to forge a death feud with a sword cultivator as quickly as possible, then go and steal his sword. Guarantee that the other party will find you out from heaven and earth, and you will be ashamed.

And Jianxiu's temper is as famous as their poverty. If someone counts the fighting statistics of the Twelve Dynasties, the sword cultivator definitely ranks first. It is precisely because sword repairers have always been keen to fight without speaking, so it is normal for the sword to be damaged during the fight.

Complementing each other, the reputation of "poor and fierce" sword cultivator spread.

"Master."

Jun Wanbai walked out of Baizhang Lake.

Bai Yuanxiu handed her a new pair of bone swords. This pair of bone swords was similar to the pair Jun Wanbai used before. The bone swords were thin and thin, and the blades had a faint jade-like luster.

Jun Wanbai took the sword. The sword looked thin, but it was very heavy in his hand.

"Go."

Bai Yuanxiu looked at the apprentice who brought it out with his own hands and chose the "impermanence" way, and said. She speaks concisely, her tone is always severe, and she can't hear the slightest concern for her apprentice.

Jun Wanbai nodded.

The disciples who came back from Anhao in Bingzhou were only her, Li Bankuang, Chu Zhiyuan, Qin Jiu and Hezhou. The whereabouts of Shen Changge's rebellious sect are unknown, and Baili Shuda disappeared after the space vortex broke out.

In fact, not only Hezhou, but Jun Wanbai and the others who returned to the sect safely all knew something.

Right now, Bai Yuanxiu gave Jun Wanbai a pair of new swords because she was about to leave the sect and go to a place with the elders of the sect.

Guanghan County, Jingling Terrace.

After knowing those things, Jun Wanbai never asked why the sect sent their disciples to Jingling Terrace, which is now a forbidden place.

She also vaguely understood why Baili Shuhui was a big brother.

"Late white."

When Jun Wanbai took the two swords and was about to leave Xuanshuang Peak, Bai Yuanxiu spoke from behind.

"Impermanence is to see as it is, to be bearish."

Bai Yuanxiu's voice was still the same, cold and harsh.

"Understood, Master."

Jun Wanbai paused, and left without looking back. She held the hands of the two swords with some force.

—The bullshit looks at it like this, the bullshit is bearish.

Growing up together, Shen Changge, who desperately carried out the dead body of the teacher's disciple, is a traitor of the sect, and would kill his fellow sect without hesitation—whoever the hell can "see it like this" will see it like this himself!

The cold wind blew on his face, and Jun Wanbai left expressionlessly.

If... she meets Shen Changge again, if... that guy is indeed standing opposite the Nine Profound Gate, then... she will definitely cut off his head with her own hands.

If you are angry, you will draw your sword and chop, and if you are happy, you will be drunk with a thousand cups.

This is the world of immortal cultivators, who never want to live in a wimpy life.

When Jun Wanbai arrived at Liuxiantai, Li Banmaid stood there with his saber in his hand, still wearing a black robe, with a face as white as a dead man, three parts like a human and seven parts like a ghost.

Jun Wanbai's expression moved slightly, realizing that Li Banfeng should also be one of the people who went to Jingling Terrace this time.

"It's a pity that nothing happened to you."

Jun Wanbai landed on Liuxiantai, raised her eyebrows, and said with some regret.

The few of them who came out from the Prisoner's Desolation Tower were more or less wounded. Right now, Jun Wanbai and Li Xin's cultivation bases are about the same, as soon as they sense it, they can tell that the other party's injuries are healed, and their cultivation bases are also good.

"Elder Bai is willing to bleed." Li Xin raised his eyes, looked at Jun Wanbai's new bone sword, and recognized that it was the famous swords named "Autumn Water" and "Changtian". You, Jun, if you lose this sword again, you will not be far from being hacked by Elder Bai."

Jun Wanbai snorted coldly: "Elder Qin also left something for you."

She also immediately recognized that Li Xin's sword had changed, it was pitch-black, and the evil spirit was worse than his previous pair of demon swords.

"Elder Qin's alchemy skills are extraordinary, and this family really has a good background." Jun Wanbai pretended to praise, and then changed the topic, "However, it's a pity that his personal disciple is a pauper who practices the way of the sword."

You come and go, taunting each other habitually, Jun Wanbai and Li Xin are waiting together on Liuxiantai.

"That miser Qin Jiu will come too?"

When I received the task, I only mentioned the time and place, not to mention who the disciples were, and I didn't even know who the elders of the team were. Jun Wanbai could only guess.

"Qin Jiu..." Li Xin frowned and thought for a while, "He should be in retreat, and so is Hezhou."

While speaking, Chu Zhiyuan, who was wearing a robe with a blue background and water cloud pattern, arrived with a long sword in his arms.

— He is also a member of this mission.

Jun Wanbai and Li Xin glanced at each other. So far, there are only three of them who have gone to Jingling Terrace, and...all of them have come back alive from the Prisoner's Desolation Tower.

When Chu Zhiyuan arrived, white paper money was stained on his sleeve.

Noticing the paper money on Chu Zhiyuan's sleeve, Jun Wanbai and Li Xin stopped talking, and the three of them stood silently on Liuxiantai.

Today... is the time for the burial of those Jiuxuan disciples sent back by Liao Gan. This is part of the reason why Jun Wanbai and Li Xin were mocking each other as if nothing had happened before.

Standing on the Liuxian Terrace, the long wind passes through the gate of Jiuxuan Mountain, and the sound of the wind faintly carries the sound of mourning.

They taunted each other, pretending to be the same as before, and neither of them wanted to think about the familiar juniors and younger sisters... lying in the coffin. Jun Wanbai leaned against the railing, rubbing the bone swords similar to the previous pair.

Chang Feng was cold and desolate, she turned her head to look at the tens of thousands of long steps below the mountain gate, and vaguely felt that the familiar juniors and juniors were still standing beside her, waiting for her order.

But in fact...

The wind passed through the peaks of Jiuxuanmen one after another, and there were white round paper money in the wind, as pale as snow.

While the three were silent, two elders came to Liuxiantai.

One they knew was He Zhou's father, the master of Xuanli Peak, He Qingchuan. The other one was wearing a cloak, and only half of his face was exposed under the hood. His breath was completely strange, not like the elder they knew.

Unexpectedly, this strange elder seemed to have a very high status. The two landed on Liuxiantai, He Qingchuan glanced at each other, and after the strange elder nodded, he released the spirit boat with a wave.

"Walk."

The flying boat that He Qingchuan took out was the same as the flying boat that Bailishu took out back then, a blue feather light boat.

The same Qingyu light boat, the same Liuxiantai.

A piece of paper money like snowflakes flew past Jun Wan's white face, holding the sword, she stepped onto the blue feather light boat.

The blue-feathered light boat flew into the sky ten thousand feet high and headed northwest.

In the Biyong Pavilion, Yi Heping stood on the top floor with his hands behind his back, watching the Qingyu light boat disappear into the clouds. On the chessboard behind him, white pieces and black pieces are staggered.

"Skynet, whose network is it?"

Yi Heping said softly.

He is indeed the head of the Nine Profound Sect, and when he spoke softly at this time, people could clearly feel that kind of determination and courage that determined the world.